Thursday, September 30, 2010

Post #363

The man least dependent upon the morrow goes to meet the morrow most cheerfully.
—Epicurus

Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Post #362

What one has not experienced, one will never understand in print.
—Isadora Duncan

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Post #361

Doing what is right isn't the problem; it's knowing what is right.
—Lyndon B. Johnson

Monday, September 27, 2010

Post #360

Ability is of little account without opportunity.
—Napoleon Bonaparte

Sunday, September 26, 2010

Post #359

All men seek one goal: success or happiness.
—Aristotle

Saturday, September 25, 2010

Post #358

Quality is not an act.  It is a habit.
—Aristotle

Friday, September 24, 2010

Post #357

Plodding wins the race.
—Aesop

Thursday, September 23, 2010

Post #356

If you want to succeed, you must make your own opportunities as you go.
—John B. Gough

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

Post #355

It is the chiefest point of happiness that a man is willing to be what he is.
—Erasmus

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Post #354

Choices are the hinges of destiny.
—Frederick Speakman

Monday, September 20, 2010

Post #353

If you keep on saying things are going to be bad, you have  good chance of being a prophet.
—Isaac Bashevis Singer

Sunday, September 19, 2010

Hydrate or Die! Mountain Rescue - El Paso, Texas

BEFORE today I had hiked up to the North Franklin Mountain Peak no less than a hundred times. Always a piece of cake. September 19th was different though. I didn't make it this time.  I had plenty of water, I was rested up and ready to go.  It was a cool and windy day and I was hiking with Tony, a 70 year old man so I wasn't moving too quickly.  It was a perfect day.  Then, about 45 minutes into the hike I became dizzy.  I stopped and took a drink of water.  Tony was only going as far as Mundy's Gap.  That's where I planned  to take a longer break and assess the dizziness situation.  But, 5 minutes later I was on the ground curled up in the fetal position, helpless without the strength to stand on my own two legs.  I had no idea what was going on or how long it would last.

AS I laid on the rocky trail a number of other hikers stopped to inquire about my health.  God bless them but there was nothing they could do.  Someone finally got a hold of the Park Ranger and put the wheels of rescue in motion - because I wasn't going anywhere on my own.  As time passed, more hikers came by and offered help but what could they do?  Nobody knew anything and in these days of law suits no one wants to be accused of being responsible for the death of another. Then came along one, Jeffrey Landry, Staff Sargent, US Army.  I didn't know Jeffrey.  In fact, I wouldn't know him if I saw him right now. The sunlight had become so painful to my eyes I had to keep them shut.  All I could do was listen.  I was dying on the trail.  Jeffrey took charge immediately.  He sat me up, removed the denim shirt I was wearing, loosened my belt, and began pouring cool water down my neck.  At that point, I started breathing, taking deep breaths.  Jeffrey gave me some grapes, a double fudge cookie, and a fruit drink.  Lots of sugar.  I washed all that down with some water. 

MENWHILE, EMT's from the El Paso Fire Department were on the way being transported by a fellow named Jacob Barton, a Texas State Park Policeman.  We were told to meet them at Mundy's Gap, which was about a 150 yards up the trail from where I was. Staff Sargent Landry, was a God send.  The man, though I never saw his face, was absolute and determined to get me there.  I could hear other hikers standing around in awe of Jeffrey's leadership.  He organized a party of bystanders to carry me, a 6 foot 185 pound bag of sand, the distance to Mundy's Gap.  Not all together, but one at a time, 15 steps each.  They kept taking turns until I was finally set down on the bench at Mundy's Gap, where I promptly puked my guts out.

NEVER before in my 52 years have I witnessed such leadership, character, and determination from one man as I did on this day.  For the hour or two that I was under Jeffrey's wing I could hear him talking to some kids.  He was telling them what was going on and what he was doing and why.  Later I found out that one of the kids was Jeffrey's 11 year old niece and the other a 10 year old boy Jeffrey is involved with through the Big Brother Program.  These young impressionable kids had witnessed grave circumstances and a man very close to them armed to the teeth with virtues and experience few possess, bringing it all under control.

SOON after reaching Mundy's Gap the EMT's showed up and started their work.  I was hooked up to some oxygen, and an IV for hydration.  I was put in the truck and Park Policeman Jacob Barton drove me down to a waiting ambulance.  I was taken to William Beaumont Army Medical Center for treatment and checked out later that day.

EVERY one of the folks involved in this rescue is a hero to me.  They say they're just doing their job or they were just lending a hand.  But  no matter what their background is, or their occupation, or citizenship, they are all men and women of high morals and compassion.  Thank you and God bless you all.

Hydrate or die.  It's not just a catchy phrase - it's a fact!

Post #352

No one can defeat us unless we first defeat ourselves.
—Dwight D. Eisenhower

Saturday, September 18, 2010

Post #351

Do for yourself or do without.
—Gaylord Perry

Friday, September 17, 2010

Post #350

He who has lost confidence can lose nothing more.
—Boiste

Thursday, September 16, 2010

Post #349

When you're through learning, you're through.
—Vernon Law

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Post #348

The only certainty is that nothing is certain.
—Pliny, the Elder

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Post #347

The absence of alternatives clears the mind marvelously.
—Henry Kissinger

Monday, September 13, 2010

Post #346

That which is bitter to endure may be sweet to remember.
—Thomas Fuller

Sunday, September 12, 2010

Post #345

The art of living is more like that of wrestling than of dancing.  The main thing is to stand firm and be ready for an unforeseen attack.
—Marcus Aurelius

Saturday, September 11, 2010

Post #344

What makes a nation great is not primarily it's great men, but the stature of it's innumerable mediocre ones.
—José Ortega y Gasset

Friday, September 10, 2010

Post #343

How many things I can do without!
—Socrates

Thursday, September 09, 2010

Post #342

Well, we knocked the bastard off!
—Sir Edmund Hillary

Wednesday, September 08, 2010

Post #341

People wish their enemies dead - but I do not; I say give them the gout, give them the stone!
—Lady Mary Wortley Montagu

Tuesday, September 07, 2010

Post #340

Even if strength fail, boldness at least will deserve praise: in great endeavours even to have had the will is enough.
—Propertius

Monday, September 06, 2010

Post #339

Long may you run.

Sunday, September 05, 2010

Post #338

Wear your learning, like your watch in a private pocket: and do not merely pull it out and strike it, merely to show that you have one.
—Lord Chesterfield

Saturday, September 04, 2010

Post #337

Digo, paciencia y barajar. What I say is, patience, and shuffle the cards.
—Miguel de Cervantes (Don Quixote)

Friday, September 03, 2010

Post #336

In the lexicon of youth, which fate reserves for a bright manhood, there is no such word as - fail.
—Edward Bulwer-Lytton

Thursday, September 02, 2010

Post #335

Who is wise?
He that learns from everyone.
Who is powerful?
He that governs his passions.
Who is rich?
He that is content?
Who is that?
Nobody.
—Poor Richard's Almanac

Wednesday, September 01, 2010

Post #334

Pride had rather go out of the way than go behind.

The Penalty of Leadership

In every field of human endeavor, he that is first must perpetually live in the white light of publicity. Whether the leadership be vested in a man or in a manufactured product, emulation and envy are ever at work. In art, in literature, in music, in industry, the reward and the punishment are always the same. The reward is widespread recognition; the punishment, fierce denial and detraction. When a man’s work becomes a standard for the whole world, it also becomes a target for the shafts of the envious few. If his work be mediocre, he will be left severely alone – if he achieve a masterpiece, it will set a million tongues a -wagging. Jealousy does not protrude its forked tongue at the artist who produces a commonplace painting. Whatsoever you write, or paint, or play, or sing, or build, no one will strive to surpass or to slander you unless your work be stamped with the seal of genius. Long, long after a great work or a good work has been done, those who are disappointed or envious, continue to cry out that it cannot be done. Spiteful little voices in the domain of art were raised against our own Whistler as a mountebank, long after the big world had acclaimed him its greatest artistic genius. Multitudes flocked to Bayreuth to worship at the musical shrine of Wagner, while the little group of those whom he had dethroned and displaced argued angrily that he was no musician at all. The little world continued to protest that Fulton could never build a steamboat, while the big world flocked to the river banks to see his boat steam by. The leader is assailed because he is a leader, and the effort to equal him is merely added proof of that leadership. Failing to equal or to excel, the follower seeks to depreciate and to destroy – but only confirms once more the superiority of that which he strives to supplant. There is nothing new in this. It is as old as the world and as old as human passions – envy, fear, greed, ambition, and the desire to surpass. And it all avails nothing. If the leader truly leads, he remains – the leader. Master-poet, master-painter, master-workman, each in his turn is assailed, and each holds his laurels through the ages. That which is good or great makes itself known, no matter how loud the clamor of denial. That which deserves to live — lives.
written by Theodore F. MacManus

A deadly viper once bit a hole snipe's hide; But 'twas the viper, not the snipe, that died.

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